He shoved his cock deep once more then pulled it from her completely. She whined softly as he pushed up to sit on his heels. “Get the basket. Our pregnant little love slave needs another lesson in submission and proper behavior.”
Chapter 4
Though Suz knew her McKenzie men would never do her any harm, the evil glint shining in Penn’s eyes sent a nervous shiver down her spine. What was he planning? In the past months, she had learned both men were very creative when it came to punishments. And since they had been holding back in the month since the pregnancy test had come up positive, she was certain whatever he was planning would be both heaven and hell.
“Close yer eyes, lass,” Liam said, moving in beside her.
He leaned down and brushed a kiss over her lips before lifting her head and wrapping a scarf around her head, which he tied just above her right ear. It was secure enough she could not get it off easily, but not so tight as to do harm.
“Now jes’ relax fer a few minutes while we talk.” Another quick kiss and the world went silent as he slipped a pair of headphones over her ears.
Without use of two of her three dominant senses, her focus shifted to feeling.
The bed was soft and warm under her, cuddling her comfortably. Someone must have turned on the ceiling fan as the air began to drift across her body, cooling her skin. Liam’s fingertips skimmed down her neck to her shoulder, which he cupped his hand around and gently pressed one finger into her flesh at a time, massaging her. Penn gently held her right ankle, his thumb sliding back and forth over the skin of her instep. It did not tickle, but instead, sent heat through the nerves of her leg in pulsations.
Having both men touching her kept her grounded and kept her fear of being abandoned at bay. Accepting that she was safe, she sighed and her mind shifted its focus to sex. With her legs bent and spread, everything between them was open, wet, and once again wanting of a man. Her next breath made her aware of her chest. Her nipples were bead hard and straining for attention.
Slowly lifting her hands from where they rested on the bed beside her, she moved them, hoping to cover her tits and ease the itchy need that demanded attention. They were only halfway to their destination when her men’s hands left her body and wrapped around her wrists. She sucked a startled breath when her hips and lower body were lifted over her head. A strong arm slid across her back and held them in place. Before she could process what was happening her arms were pulled behind her back and tied together, forearm to forearm, with cool silk scarves.
A finger stroked over her clit then continued down to her entrance, and then the arm across her back lowered her body. But it did not return all the way down to the mattress. Having been in this position before, she recognized her ass was resting on one of the large pillows from the back of the daybed. Then the headphones were removed from her head and she could hear again at the same time as one of her men climbed onto the other end of the bed.
“Little girl, you have been naughty, but we are at a loss as to how to punish you appropriately for topping from the bottom with a hard, fast fuck. Do you have anything to say?”
The man between her legs whispered softly as he ran his palms up and down the insides of her thighs from knees to just an inch from her open cunt. She could not be sure, but thought it was Penn. After all, he was the more dominant of the two.
“I was horny and needed more than gentle playing,” she tried to explain. She gasped when hot, moist air covered her left tit just before a tongue dragged across the tip of the nipple. “Sometimes my body demands the pounding of a hard, fast fuck. I’ve been needing one for over a week, but you two keep saying no. So I took it.”
“Hmmm, that’s interestin’, but ye should jes’ talk ta us, tell us what ye need.” This came from the man hovering over her tits.
“I tried, but you two refuse to hear me,” Suz grumped, tired of being treated like a child. “Now let me up. I’m hungry.”
Before she could move, four hands came down and held her steady where she was. “Nay, little girl, I dunna think so,” the man beside her said. “Yer layin’ there lookin’ too temptin’ for a saint ta stay away from. And we’re better known as sinners than saints.”
“But before we get ta the pleasurin’, we’ve gotta deal with the punishin’,” the man between her legs added. “Ye will nae come, little girl. No matter what we do ta ye, ye will hold yer orgasm back. Do ye understand?”
Suz nodded then thought about what he was asking. Since getting pregnant, she could orgasm at the drop of a hat. “What happens if I do come?”
“Then ye’ll get a spankin’ and we’ll start again. Or maybe we’ll just leave ye alone and not touch fer a week or so.”
Shivers of need raced through her at the thought of what they were about to do to her. With her men, even spanking became a turn-on. She sucked a breath when callused fingertips began to pluck gently at one nipple while a hot, wet mouth latched onto the other and a tongue drew circles around its peak.
The touches were gentle, soft, and instantly she needed more. Her back arched to push her tits higher as fire raced from both nipples straight to her reawakened clit.
Fingers stroked up her thighs and this time did not stop until they reached the puffy lips protecting her clit. They compressed the fleshy covering tightly together, putting almost painful pressure on her knotted-up bundle of nerves. In the next second they were pulled apart, exposing her clit to cool air and ramping up her arousal.
She inhaled sharply as hot air brushed across the wet flesh, sending electric shivers through her. “Please,” she breathed, shifting, trying to raise her hips though positioned as she was such a move was impossible.
“Please what, little girl?” the man at her pussy whispered.
“Please, touch it. Touch my clit,” she begged softly. With all the attention to her tits, it would not take but a stroke or two on her clit to send her flying.
Instead, all touches disappeared. She whined in denial, which was abruptly cut off when hard fingers swatted her clit. Her head came up, and she gave a startled scream of pain.
“Ye will come when we decide, little girl, and no’ a second afore.”
With that, four hands gently rearranged her so she rested on her shoulders with her face turned and resting at the edge of the bed. Her lower body once again rested on the large pillow, this time with her legs pushed wide to the sides. This left her her clit, cunt, and puckered star on display.
“Oh, now that’s a pretty sight.” Hot fingers brushed over the crease marking the lower edge of her right ass cheek then around and up between the globes to her lower back.
“Relax, now, little girl, and take deep breaths,” the voice beside her said as cold gel dropped on the skin between her cheeks and slowly slid down to her back hole.
Something cool that was not a finger touched the top of her slit and slowly made its way over her clit and past the open entrance of her cunt. When it reached her back hole, it took a moment to spread the gel around before pressing for entrance into her puckered star.
That was when she realized one of the plugs the men occasionally liked to play with was slowly filling her ass. As instructed, she took deep breaths until she felt the widest part of the plug pass through the rings of muscle. She took another deep breath then sighed as the base settled against the skin around the entrance.
Her lips parted and she began to pant as her orgasm tightened the knot that was her clit.
“Don’t ye dare come, little girl,” a voice growled, barely making an impression as a hot hand coming down hard on her ass cheek, sending fire straight through her lower body to her clit.
“I think she needs a distraction,” the other voice said. “Open up, little girl. Let’s give ye somethin’ ta do with those beautiful lips.”
With that, something warm and wet brushed between her lips. She smiled when she recognized the tip of a cock. Opening her mouth farther, she licked across the slit and moaned at the taste of pre-cum that covered hi
s skin. At once, she recognized the taste of the fluid as Penn’s and smiled. Her men were never able to fool her for long, though she could not explain how she was able to tell them apart.
“I love you, Penn,” she whispered. She closed her lips around the head of his cock and swirled her tongue around the head. The action earned her a hissing intake of breath from the man standing beside her.
Though her arousal gathered closer around her, she worked to focus her total concentration on Penn’s cock in order to keep her orgasm at bay. That focus lasted only until Liam’s long, thick cock pressed through the entrance of her cunt and slowly filled her completely. With the plug in her ass, she felt orgasm closing in on her.
With her arms still secured behind her, she could not move to encourage Liam to move faster as he began to slowly slide out of her cunt again until only the head remained inside her. Instead, she worked to take more of Penn’s cock into her mouth, sucking and licking as she did.
She knew what set her men off and tried to keep her mind focused on giving them everything she could while fighting to keep from falling over the edge into Nirvana herself. With the blindfold in place, she could not see to judge her effectiveness, but their gasps and heavy breathing told her everything she needed to know. They were getting close.
“Shit, she’s so damn tight,” Liam muttered as his slow stroking began to speed up. “I’m getting close.”
“Me, too,” Penn muttered before a hand slid under her chest and plucked at her left nipple as his hips began to jerk, forcing more and more of his length into her mouth. She sucked harder as she continued to fight her own orgasm.
A moment later, Penn’s cock jerked and he came with a yell. A moment later a hand slid around her hip and began stroking her clit with serious intent.
“Okay, little girl, come with me.” Liam’s order came out as a growl as his pistoning became erratic.
Relaxing her will, Suz screamed around the cock in her mouth as her orgasm roared over her. She then sucked harder and worked not to bite down on the flesh she still held in her mouth as she felt Liam come deep in her cunt, filling her with his hot seed.
As Liam came down and rested lightly over her back, the cock in her mouth pulled free. A moment later the blindfold was taken from her eyes. Blinking as she adjusted to the bright light, she opened them and found Penn kneeling before her, studying her with a pleased and contented expression.
“Ye did well, luv,” he said before leaning in and kissing her.
“Aye, lass, verra well. But did ye learn yer lesson?” Liam leaned in and kissed her cheek. He then pushed back up and untied her arms and massaged her shoulder joints as she moved her arms to a more comfortable position.
Suz closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember what lesson she was supposed to be learning. “I think so, but there will still be times I’ll want fast and hard, not slow and easy.”
Chapter 5
Five months later
“What in the bloody hell do ye think yer doin’?”
Suz Bowen McKenzie squeaked and jumped at the question that broke the silence of her work studio.
Damn, busted again. Every time she set one toe out of line one or the other of her men appeared to catch her. Turning just her head, she looked over her shoulder at Penn.
He stood just inside the doorway looking big and disapproving and so damn sexy she had to lick her lips to keep from drooling. His long, wavy black hair was pulled back in a braid that now extended halfway down his back. After hearing one of their workers talk about growing his hair out to donate to a group that made wigs for children, her men decided to grow their hair out and do the same. So each morning before they left the house, Suz braided their hair so it would be out of their way as they went about their days.
Though wishing she could demand a fast hard fucking, she remained silent. In the five months since she had ridden Penn’s cock hard and fast, he and Liam refused every request for more than the slow, gentle couplings they had enjoyed these past few months.
Since her men had found out she was pregnant, they had treated her as if she was made of spun glass, but the closer her due date grew, the less they touched her. Now, with her due date only a few weeks away, they barely touched her.
She was beginning to feel neglected and so horny she could not think but knew that there was no other way she could relieve the nearly constant ache between her legs alone. Penn and Liam were the only ones who could send her flying to the orgasmic heavens, and lately, they did not seem interested in anything except fussing after her to eat and rest.
Which was why she had snuck out to her weaving studio. She was tired of resting in the house. She was feeling claustrophobic and needing more than her knitting and the crappy shows daytime television had to offer. Of course, she had been out here less than an hour when her cell phone rang, which brought her to her current dilemma.
“Suz?” Penn asked, drawing her back to the here and now as he crossed the open floor space and knelt beside her.
Before she could answer, another pain blossomed across her lower back before wrapping around her body to spread over her belly, tightening all the muscles from spine to belly button. The squeezing pain lasted endless seconds before retreating again. She had been feeling similar pains off and on all day, but none of them had been this strong, so she had not been paying attention to them.
Could she be in labor?
“My phone was ringing, only it had fallen out of my pocket onto the floor. When I tried to pick it up, I accidentally kicked it under the loom. So here I am, getting my phone.”
Though he still frowned at her, she could see laughter filling in his eyes. The pale-blue eyes the color of worn denim that she had dreamt of for most of her life, ever since demanding he and his twin wait for her to grow up so she could marry them both. A single look from either one of them normally had her cunt dripping and nipples beading, but today she felt nothing.
“Are we going ta hae ta tie ye down? Yer supposed ta be restin’ and growin’ the bairns, no’ out here workin’. Now why dunna we go back ta the house and take a nap.”
She slowly crawled backward until she was clear of the loom. She was not sure if it was hormones or the stress of not having a sexual marathon with both men in weeks, but she was tired of being handled and placated.
“I’m not tired. I want to be doing something. I’m weeks behind on the shawl orders as it is, and I need to start thinking about the shawl for the spring trip. So, unless you plan on fucking me hard and fast, I do not want to take a nap. Oh, and something else, we need to baby-proof the studio.”
Penn shifted so he was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside her. Even with her extra pregnancy weight, he easily picked her up and settled her in his lap. She tried to struggle, but it was like a newborn kitten fighting off a full-grown lion.
She did not want to be held, she wanted to embrace her pissy mood, and they both knew that once she was in his arms he would be able to convince her to do anything he wanted. He easily overpowered her and pulled her head to his chest, holding her secure as she squirmed.
“Dunna worry, luv, we’ll hae this place secure long before the bairns are able ta get into anything,” he said, cuddling her into his broad chest and running a hand up and down her bare arm. “For now, ye dunna need ta worry about anything except relaxin’. I’ll call Isabella and see if she kens any weavers in the area who are in need of some payin’ work. We’ll also stop takin’ orders fer awhile. If I’d ken how popular yer shawls would become, I’d never hae agreed ta startin’ sellin’ them online.”
“But…” Suz knew she was fighting a battle she would never win, but she needed more than just sitting on the front porch or in the sunroom rocking and knitting baby things.
At that moment, the pain decided to return, this time strong enough to take her breath away. She began panting as they had learned just the week before in birthing class.
“Suz? Luv, what is it? What’s wrong?”
; Closing her eyes, Suz blocked out his questions out until the pain receded. “Help me up,” she whispered.
Once he lifted her to her feet, she bent and rested her hands on the bench that sat in front of the three-hundred-year-old weaving loom as she continued to pant. Penn stood next to her, one arm in the valley between tits and belly as the other rubbed up and down her spine. He continued to demand what was wrong, sounding dominant and worried and almost out of control.
At the peak of the contraction, Suz felt something warm and wet run down the insides of both thighs. “Uh-oh.”
She did not look up when the door flew open and slammed into the wall.
“What’s goin’ on?” Liam asked as he stalked across the room to her other side. “Suz didna answer her phone and wasna in the house.”
“I’m no’ sure, but somethin’s wrong,” Penn said. “Suz, luv, talk ta us. What the fuck is goin’ on?”
Once the pain retreated enough she could speak, she looked from one to the other. “I think my water just broke.”
Six hours later, a robust seven-pound-three-ounce Angus Bowen McKenzie made his appearance. Three minutes after that, his little sister, five-pound-one-ounce Bonnie Ruth McKenzie, arrived.
* * * *
Eight weeks later
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Suz asked.
Jane McKenzie, a cousin of some lineage, had arrived with Penn and Liam’s parents two months earlier just days after the twins’ birth. After a wonderful two-week visit, Catherine and Kendrick, her in-laws, returned to Scotland, but Jane had remained behind.
Hoping to become a nanny, Jane had graduated from high school a few months earlier and had asked to stay in the States and help with the babies. In another few weeks, she would be starting classes at the local community college to train to be a nursing assistant specializing in pediatrics.
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